Monday, 20 March 2017

TEPID TREATS

We decided to treat ourselves to a short mini-break  on the east coast.  It is not a part of Scotland that we know particularly well.

Instead of heading straight there we traveled with Mairi and the 2 wee ones (Harriet, now 3.5 years old) and wee Ellie (2 years old) for a visit to somewhere fairly close to home for a couple of hours as  she had these 2 Muchkns for the whole day while John had taken the 2 older ones to a rugby game.


I had the idea to visit the Lake of Menteith. It is a place I have enjoyed over 40 years having taken both Mairi and Alastair there in 1979 when the Lake was totally frozen over.  There was an enormous curling bonspiel that February called The Grand Match. Teams from all over the country gathered.  I recall putting my skates on and taking both of the kids on to the ice with Alastair on my shoulders. He would have been a bit over 2 years old.


Having played on the shore for a short while we turned up at the door of the Lake of Menteith Hotel at 11 o'clock exactly.  The premises were Open.  Upon entering the first words to us were  "We only do lunches and it won't be until 12 o'clock."  Hey-ho... 

The place was empty, I mean, there was not a soul in the place.  There were 3 staff.   Having had very  happy memories of taking Donald Bennet (in a wheelchair) here for coffee I did my best to smile and try to overcome my 'heart-sink' feeling .... Can you image entering an establishment in Italy and being greeted that way?  Or even a UK Italian establishment -  be it white linen or checked table cloth - and be greeted like that?!!


I digress ... I grovelled and asked if they could serve us coffee etc etc etc and, yes, we managed to get served.  This is a photo of Mairi and the 2 wee ones while we await our order.


Mairi headed on back to her house and we carried on to St Andrews and the East Coast.

Lower Largo village on the Fife coast

A wind turbine, Burkhaven, Fife.  It appears to be one that is due to be towed out to sea.

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Footnote to the weekend:   BnB experience - changed days.


 We stayed at a BnB on the east coast.  It was fine but I offer, not a complaint, but simply an observation:

In the past (and that includes up to about last Christmas) staying at a Bed & Breakfast always meant you got a cooked breakfast.  This was the first time it was not offered.  

Interesting ... not really a problem as we don't normally eat one ... but my idea of a BnB 'experience' is, indeed, to tuck into a full breakfast before heading out for the day's activities or journey (as we are usually traveling in such circumstances.)




Tuesday, 28 February 2017

GOODBYE TO WINTER

It was a gloriously sunny day today.  It's also the last day of February so time to mop up bits and pieces before turning over the calendar.


Bridge over burn outside Killearn



At a recent concert in the music room of Charles Rennie MacIntosh's House for an Art Lover I took this photo of a vase of lilies on the window ledge.
 


And last, but not least, here is a photo John took of Ellie (2 and Harriett (3 and a half).... or as Ellie calls her ...  'Harri-Barri'!

 

Monday, 27 February 2017

R D LAING - THE INFLUENCE OF 'ODE' POEM by A. O'SHAUGHNESSY


 * * * * * PREAMBLE * * * * *

There is a new film Mad To Be Normal about to come out in April, 2017. It has the Scottish actor David Tennant as the main (male) character. This week it has been  premiered at the Glasgow Film Festival.


The film is about the Glasgow psychiatrist R D Laing.  In my day he was a controversial figure and this film addresses this plus the work he did trying to get a different approach to mental illness.

His book The Divided Self was much talked about in the 60s; I had even read it!

The Divided Self: An Existential Study in Sanity and Madness, Penguin Modern Classics, 1960.

Amazon: "This watershed work aimed to make madness comprehensible, and in doing so revolutionized the way we perceive mental illness."

* * * * * * INFLUENCE OF O'SHAUGHNESSY  * * * * * *

Our friend, Bill D. dropped in for coffee today.  Iain was out; we got talking.  

Bill was very friendly with 'Ronnie' in their student days (1940s) up to about 1963.  He recalls that he had an incisive mind and one of the things they shared was a love of poetry.  Ronnie introduced Bill to the following poem which Bill (aged 89 years) could recite all the way through:

ODE (from MUSIC AND MOONLIGHT Collection of Poems)
by Arthur O'Shaughnessy *

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers
And sitting by desolate streams;
World losers and world forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world’s great cities.
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire’s glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song’s measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o’erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world’s worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

Laing liked the sentiment of this poem particularly (like so many people) the notion of 'movers and shakers'.  Bill and I concluded this must have been a strong driving force in how and why he went about his life.

Bill also mentioned that Ronnie was a bit hard to take at times (and, of course, only knew him as a young man before he became a 'celebrity').  

He recounted a chat he had at a Royal Philosophical Society of Glasgow lecture some years ago with Dr Arthur Shenkin  (President at the time), He put it to him "What did you make of RDL?"  After a prolonged pause, apparently, Dr Shenkin replied "He should never have been a psychiatrist; he should have been a philosopher."

My 'Rorschach Rainbow'
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* Born in London, Arthur O’Shaughnessy worked in the Zoology Department of the British Museum. By age 30, he had published three collections of poetry, including Music and Moonlight, which contained his inspiring poem “Ode.”  [Poetry Foundation]

 * * * * * *    'THE MUSIC MAKERS'  * * * * * *


 aka Us playing at the 'Railway Inn', Bowling





Saturday, 25 February 2017

MONTREAL BUS BONSPIEL

Here is a 2 minute action packed video of a 'bonspiel' during a winter freeze in the city.  Click on this link in capital letters below (not the image).


And here is what an owl might have seen had he been passing overhead instead of investigating a traffic camera (not sure of location....).


Friday, 24 February 2017

FAIR FA OUR FIVE-SOME

John took the following 4 photos recently.  Their children are  now 10. 8, 3.5 and 2 years old.
Four Wee Monkeys

 Alastair and Ishbel in Glencoe after a weekend camping in a bothy with Dad.


Ellie
 
 
Alastair and Harriet


Harriet is standing on the toilet in order to see into the mirror as we play 'hairdressers'.  She loves 'role playing' whether it be sweeping the floor, stirring with a big spoon whatever happens to be on the go at the time.
Anyone listening at the door would hear something like "And what are you doing today?" ... brush, brush .... "Going shopping..."  "And how are your children? ..."Fine..." Plait Number One done ... "And who is your best friend?"  Plait Number Two done.   "That's beautiful!" she says when all finished!

And here is a fairly recent photo of Indy, now 5 and a half and getting very tall for his age.  He is in the Science Museum in New York during the Christmas holidays. A recent examination under anaesthetic showed no abnormal cells.  Such good news. Apparently, after the age of 5 years the chances of the occurrence (or should that be recurrence?) of pathological cells declines.



Saturday, 18 February 2017

PINK PRIDE

Sign seen in Ladies toilet recently.  It is not 'art' because I put a frame around it and called in a little help from Banksy.


Wednesday, 15 February 2017

IF TODAY IS WEDNESDAY IT MUST BE GLASGOW

I was in Glasgow city centre today... George Square to be exact.  It was quite busy with half term school holidays just now so there were lots of people taking the city centre tourist bus which does a circular hop on-hop off tour of the city.

I passed folk just getting off the bus about to start their exploring.  I overheard one woman say to her friend ... with apologies to Andy Warhol....